By Meghan March
Release Day – August 22, 2016
He’s so arrogant.
She’s so self-righteous.
I can’t stand him.
I want her.
He’s a distraction I don’t need.
She’ll say yes eventually because I’m not giving up.
Justine Porter is stuck between a rock and a stripper pole. She lost her law school scholarship, which means she has two choices to keep her life on track: strip for her tuition or tutor the most distractingly sexy guy in her class—the one she’s been turning down for two years straight. It should be an easy choice, but tutoring Ryker Grant could derail her plans to graduate with honors faster than two-for-one night at the Déjà Vu. Then again, topless has never really been her color.
She could take the easy road, just this once . . . but the deal has enough loopholes to trip anyone up.
Who knew they taught bad judgment in law school?
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Having bad judgment and wanting to be a lawyer seem like contradictory ideas, but in Meghan March’s Bad Judgment, she opens readers’ eyes to how easily, even the brightest of students, can be steered in certain ways when it comes to the opposite sex and the emotions/feelings/actions that go along with getting what people want.
For ten years, Justine has journeyed down one path – not allowing her past or distractions in her present to detour her from accomplishing her goal of becoming a lawyer in order to make a difference in people’s lives. During her first two years of law school, she has been singularly focused on studying hard and graduating without debt. But when tuition issues threaten to derail her future goals, her common sense seems to go a little off-kilter, putting her in the one place she’s refused to go for the past two years – front and center in Ryker Grant’s life, which is a whole lot of distraction in a sexy as sin package.
There are multiple ways Justine and Ryker as well as a few minor characters exhibit bad judgment throughout the story. What I love most about the plot line is that it’s not just one of the main characters faltering when it comes to secrets and lies. Both Justine and Ryker have their fair share of half truths and confidential information that they’re keeping from each other when they strike up their deal, and that lack of trust in one another as well as the blurred lines they seem to be crossing prove just how easily their judgment can be swayed and forces them both to question exactly what kind of a team they are and if there’s any future for them once the semester ends.
Readers can absolutely see just how good of a team Justine and Ryker are once Justine gives into her feelings for him and learns to juggle school, work, and a relationship, but they also face a bevy of complications, mostly of their own making, that threaten to destroy more than just the lustful feelings between them.
Meghan March created two fantastic characters as her hero and heroine. There is so much more to Ryker than Justine sees, and I enjoyed witnessing her realize how wrong she was about him as well as how he grows as a person throughout their story. At the beginning of the text, it’s easy to see why Justine thinks Ryker is an entitled, cocky douchebag, but readers also experience his wit, his charm, and his intelligence, which allows them as well as Justine to understand all parts of Ryker.
Justine is an extremely driven person and her childhood experiences clearly illustrate why she is the way she is and why she doesn’t want Ryker to distract her from her goals. Before Ryker truly becomes a part of her life, all that matters to Justine is her future career, and she sacrifices so much in order to stay on the path she and her grandfather created for her before he passed away. But Ryker does a good job of showing Justine that happiness, fun, and feelings don’t have to be distracting; they can actually make her life whole, which becomes Ryker’s purpose once he proves to her that what they feel is worth it.
Bad Judgment is full of witty barbs, seductive scenes and a mix of sexual tension and angst. Meghan March clearly illustrates in Justine and Ryker’s story that life is a series of decisions – a plethora of choices where common sense as well as good judgment don’t always overpower incorrect assumptions and false declarations. But the story also proves that, sometimes, mistakes and indiscretions may be exactly what people need to find balance in their lives as well as the person who could mean everything to them because that person would do anything for them.
A complimentary copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
4.5 Poison Apples
“I’ve got some things I need to say to you, and you’re going to let me.”
Her brown eyes snap up to mine, surprise clear in them. “Why should I?”
“Because you’re nothing if not curious, and you want to know what I have to say.”
She steps backward, and I let my fingertips trail across her skin before they drop away. Justine adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders and tucks Chewbacca into a side pocket.
“You know you want to hear the rare sound of me apologizing, don’t you?”
Justine purses her lips, and all I can think about is the dreams I had all weekend of her staring down at me from a stage while she danced and stripped. My own private show. I’m not going to admit how many times I jacked off to the mental picture. I need the real thing, and I won’t have another shot if she won’t even give me a chance to talk to her.
I don’t know what changes her mind, but she relaxes her posture and relents. “Fine. You’ve got five minutes. This better be good.”
It’s not much, but I’ll take it. I lead the way out of the classroom, slipping out the side door I used to make my unobtrusive entrance. Or at least, it was unobtrusive until I decided to share my strike-out history with the entire class at Professor Turner’s invitation.
Glancing behind me, I’m marginally surprised to see Justine actually following. I head for the third-floor doors to the library, where the private rooms are. This conversation isn’t for public consumption.
The first private room on the right is empty, so I push the door open. Justine trails me inside, and I shrug off my backpack and drop it on one of the four chairs.
She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest. I’m guessing she wouldn’t stand that way if she realized how it draws attention to her chest. I force my eyes back to her face. I’m not about to fuck this up.
“Wow, you must really plan on groveling if you need privacy,” she says, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
“Maybe I just wanted to get you alone.”
She rolls her eyes. “And I’m already getting bored.”
“You love to bust my balls, don’t you?”
“I don’t really like to think about your balls, if you want to know the truth.”
I try on my charming smile, the one that has dropped panties for years. “I’m calling bullshit on that. You’ve thought about me at least once.”
She pushes off the door and turns halfway to reach for the handle. “And if that’s all you wanted to say, then I think we’re done here.”
I’m shocked when she listens.
Justine rubs her hands over her face, her every move revealing her frustration. “You ask me out for two years, practically blackmail me into a kiss, then you blow me off completely, and now you’re all up in my business again. What the hell do you want from me?”
Her confusion punches me in the gut, making me wish I could tell her why I wasn’t there the morning I promised to help her move. It wasn’t for any reason she thinks.
I stride toward her, pressing one palm against the door beside her head. “I’m not blowing you off, and I haven’t stopped thinking about that night.”
I can’t give her the explanation she wants, so I try something different.
Lowering my head, I catch the next words out of her mouth on my lips. They’re just as soft as I remember, and I drop my other hand to her hip, drawing her against me. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my T-shirt, almost reluctantly, but she’s not pushing me away.
I take her mouth, my tongue diving between her lips to taste her again—finally, but the pulsing of my dick against the zipper of my jeans forces me to back off. If I don’t, I’ll be laying her out on the table behind us, and that’s not what this is about. At least, not all of what this is about.
With her face flushed and her hair messy from my fingers, Justine shutters her expression. She’s rebuilding her walls brick by brick.
That’s not going to work for me.
“What’s it going to take, Justine?” I remember asking her the same question at the bar.
Her dark eyes fill with confusion. “What’s what going to take?” The words come out defensively.
“With you. To get a second chance. I fucked up once, but doesn’t everyone deserve another shot?”
About Meghan March
Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at firstname.lastname@example.org.